[Arkanoth's Bedtime Stories] Maldore returns...

To understand this plotline, you might want to read Arkanoth’s background story.

Arkanoth was on his way to return to his small quarters in the Drag inside Orgrimmar. He greeted some of the orcs passing him by who all smiled and returned the salutations. At the familiar corner he turned right and walked towards his home. But from a few steps from the door he noticed something strange. It was a drop of fresh blood on the pavement.

Darlissa, the warlock’s personal succubus dropped her invisibility cloak and whispered: ’Is it lunch time, master?’ Arkanoth looked up to the door, it was breached both magically and physically. ’Yes… I think it might be lunchtime…’ – he said with a hollow voice. The warlock and his minion slowly ventured inside the house. It was awfully messed up. And not the kind of messed-up Arkanoth remembered he had left it.

However, there was noone inside but a dead house imp. He was brutally cut into five pieces with a letter stuffed into his mouth. Arkanoth pulled it out and opened it. He began to read but suddenly he trembled. Darlissa grabbed him by the waist from behind and put her attractive face on his master’s shoulder with a questioning look. ’Maldore Drat’gar lives and now he knows about me…’ – The letter turned to ashes as the warlock burned it with anger. ’Yes, it is lunchtime.’ – he said and Darlissa began to laugh while the two left the residence.

The pair approached the mountain in Hellfire Peninsula with great haste. Strangely, there were no demons nearby and they could easily sneak through the gap between the two Forge Camps. At the very root of the mountain named as Kil’jaeden’s Throne, they found the cave mentioned in the letter.

Arkanoth cast some protective spells on themselves then asked Darlissa to stay quiet and invisible until he signs. The way into the mountain was pretty long and he began to feel that he might have been misled but then they reached a wide chamber. There was intense light coming from the center, and Arkanoth couldn’t see anything for a few secounds.

’Ah, Ravel!’ – called a voice too familiar. ’I was not sure that you’d have the backbone to show up, but now that I see you’re only bones, I guess you’ve found one already!’ – The chamber filled with laughter. From about fifteen different sources, as Arkanoth sensed.

In a moment the image of the room became clear and he spotted the smirking orc warlock in the middle. ’I would ask what you’ve been doing here, but the fact that I interrupt a ritual with fifteen apprentices in this hope-forsaken place, is – to my great sorrow – answer enough.’ – said Arkanoth leaning on his staff. The orc smiled. ’How’s Master Soulscar? Have you managed to finish him off as well?’ – asked the orc, spitting into the fiery pit, that was in the center of the chamber. ’He fell to the Scourge when he tried to save me.’ – Maldore sneered: ’Too bad. He had potential. But let’s get back to business. You came to kill me now as the last remaining True Seeker. You surely realize that it will be hard when you’re so utterly outnumbered. No tricks here, you human scum. No royal army whose hands you can play us into. No blinded Master Soulscar who would defend you…’ – spoke the orc but Arkanoth interrupted.

’Enough of your stupidity and foolishness, Maldore. My hands were clean in that matter but yours are getting dirtier by the minute. Soulscar told me you would madden with power and now here’s the proof. You have betrayed everything we lived and worked for. You’re with the Legion now.’ – said Arkanoth with great anger. ’With the Legion, as is every warlock who knows true demonic power. Droog! Finish him off!’

A huge red skinned orc grabbed his axe and charged Arkanoth with great force, but before he could strike a shadowy lash coiled up around his neck then severed his head. The warlocks cried out and began to cast their spells, but Arkanoth was gone and Darlissa was running after him with the head of her prey. ’I really love you, master!’ – said the succubus. ’That’s very kind of you to say, but you cut off the wrong head.’ – said Arkanoth smiling. ’I’ll be better next time, master!’ – laughed Darlissa with a wink.

Var. #1: If you were so kind as to consider reading my story and adding your criticism, flame or own personal ideas, I would be most pleased and grateful.

Var. #2: Gief replies plx kk? thx

Var. #3: Get your ass to your frickin' computer and start replying to my post that I wrote with my own sweat and blood ffs!

Var. #4: I feel really depressed about all this guys. You don't seem to care about my writings and personal thoughts. I feel like I'm a shade of myself when I'm with you. Oh, cruel world. God, let the grave have me already! /emo /cry /wrists

...I'm sorry Arkanoth for not replying. *blushes of shame and looks at her shuffeling feet* I have no goode xcuse because I even liked your story. Actually, hte only excuse I can make up is that I liked the story so much that I though everyone else would like it just as much and spam you with so many replies that you wouldn't notice if mine was missing! Great excuse, right!?

Actually she's really hard to handle, but since she's been on Arkanoth's side for a long time now, they appreciate each others gestures. If Arkanoth ever let her loose she'd possibly cut his throat as well. But maybe not... who knows? ^^

Agali you don't need excuses. Noone needs. I'm just happy when you reply and will post some emo crap when any of you doesn't.